I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 4 Chicken Thieves: Warm in nature, spicy in taste, clears meridians and relieves pain
"When the shadow of the Great Devourer falls upon all of Asford, it will be too late."

The winged figure who called himself Sanguinius loomed before Zhou Yun's eyes.
This time, just as he said, Zhou Yun encountered some danger.

But Chaos always likes to use kindness to trick people into falling.

The love of a lover, the teachings of a wise man, the friendship of a brother, the care of a loving father
This kindness is sometimes disguised and sometimes comes from the heart, but no matter which one it is, the gift of the subspace has its price, and will eventually get deeper and deeper into it.

In order to save the Warmaster, the Sons of Horus placed him in the Serpent Order temple in Davin, causing him to be corrupted.
Magnus pursued the power of the Warp too much, and a psychic cannon shattered the Emperor's dream of the Webway
Fulgrim was so obsessed with the power of the sword that he was controlled by the demon that lived in it.
Even a Primarch with superhuman intelligence would be bewitched by it, but Zhou Yun thought that he did not have the wisdom to distinguish and did not have the courage to take the gamble.

He took out a small knife from his four-dimensional pocket and walked over to the cunning cultists who were knocked unconscious by the air gun.
The blade slashed across the neck, sending these less corrupted Genestealers to meet the Great Devourer.

Looking at the bodies lying on the ground, Zhou Yun felt a headache.
If these corpses were left where they were, other gene stealers might find some clues and track him down.

If only there was a way to destroy the body without leaving any traces.
Ok?
Zhou Yun blinked, and an idea popped into his mind.
He squatted down, picked up a corpse, and stuffed it into the four-dimensional pocket on his stomach.
[Item name: Corpse of a new mixed-race believer]
[Origin: Hades Shield Galaxy - Asford Star - Fordia City]
[Evaluation: The corpse of a gene stealer with less mutations is warm in nature, spicy and slightly salty in taste. It has the effects of clearing the meridians and relieving pain, attacking toxins and dispersing knots, and removing genetic pollution. It is not suitable for consumption.]
[Production time: 978.M41]
[Condition: Complete, in excellent condition]
[Value: 10000 yuan]
It has the effects of dredging meridians, relieving pain, attacking toxins, dispersing nodules, and removing genetic pollution.
Zhou Yun was just about to complain about the evaluation of Four-Dimensional Pocket when his attention was attracted by the income of up to 10,000 yuan below.

It’s actually more expensive than an entire broken promethium extraction converter!

He quickly began to work hard, stuffing the remaining corpses into the four-dimensional pocket.
The eight dead chicken corpses brought him a total income of more than 100,000 yuan.

The leader who was crushed into a bug cake and mutated more severely recovered more than 20,000.

Zhou Yun felt a little distressed for a moment. If it hadn't been pressed into a pancake and its quality had not been ruined, the recycling rate would have been higher.

Including the income from picking up garbage before, the money in Zhou Yun’s pocket is close to 200,000 yuan.

He couldn't help swallowing.

Ask yourself, he is not a greedy person.
But the more money he accumulates, the closer he is to the Anywhere Door, and the more chances he has to escape.
If only we could hunt more Genestealers.
Zhou Yun quickly shook his head and suppressed this dangerous thought.

Those are gene stealers, chicken thieves, not a bunch of chickens wearing suspenders and singing and dancing rap.

These are just a few mixed-race new believers with almost no mutations. They are almost the weakest and closest to human appearance among the chicken thieves.

If there are more mixed-blood new believers or mixed-blood believers with deeper mutations, or even the top predators in the chicken-eating sects,
I'm afraid Zhou Yun will have to meet the Great Devourer before the Tyranid fleet arrives.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun reached into his pocket and took out a bottle of potion. [Item name: Air Gun Potions]
[Origin: Earth in the 22nd Century - Future Department Store]
[Production time: 241.M3]
[Function: Liquid potion. After dripping it on your finger, point your finger at the target and shout "bang" to launch a shock wave. The power is enough to make people faint. One finger can only fire one shot.]
[Comment: You can’t shoot people without a gun. How can a gun be such an inconvenient thing!]
This item is far less powerful than a shock gun or an air cannon. Its power is limited to the level of causing ordinary people to become comatose. For monsters with deformed flesh and blood like the half-blood new believers, it will take several shots to subdue them.

But the advantages are that it is cheap and highly concealed, and Zhou Yun will not encounter Astartes, which are almost legendary in the hive city.

He added a few rounds of air gun potion to his fingertips and used the shock wave to blast the surroundings in a circle, trying his best to erase all traces of himself.

Then he fled through the abandoned city as quickly as possible to avoid being caught up by the Genestealer Cult.

A few minutes after Zhou Yun left,
A hooded figure with mechanical implants on his face quietly approached the location where the battle had just taken place.

It is the Inquisitor, an assassin from the Genestealer sect, born to eliminate anyone who threatens the safety of the species.
It has night vision that surpasses that of mortals, multi-jointed limbs that can crawl in the shadows, and malleable muscles that can squeeze into the narrowest of gaps.
Their eyes are the eyes of the patriarch, and the biological daggers in their hands are the patriarch's claws. They come here to investigate in order to answer the patriarch's confusion.

But the ground here seemed to have been blown by a strong wind, leaving almost no trace.

It held the biological dagger in its hand cautiously.
Since there are no traces on the material level, let's look at the traces of psychic energy left in the air.
In a world invisible to the naked eye, it discovered a white feather gently falling in the air.

The feathers were so luxurious, as if they were made of platinum, and so soft that they were softer than any goose down.
The feathers are so pure, they are out of tune with this filthy world. The feathers are so noble, they seem to have received the most sacred blessing in the world.
It smelled a fragrance coming from the feathers, which was still soaked in the prayers and incense in the church for tens of thousands of years.
Oh, it can't hear, it can't hear the voice of the patriarch, it can't hear the voice of the Four-Armed Divine Emperor,
It began to sob, and it suddenly realized how ugly it had become and what a wrong path it had taken.

It asks for forgiveness, it asks for atonement, and then He sends this fire down.

In the darkness of this abandoned city,

The huge figure lurking in the shadows, more than six meters tall, seemed to be the embodiment of all the depravity and blasphemy in the world, like a demigod and a devil, staring at this scene.
Staring at the eye that was responsible for tracking the trace of psychic energy, the Holy Inquisitor suddenly froze in place, and the connection with himself was suddenly cut off.
Then, a burst of blazing golden flames burst out from the Holy Inquisitor's corrupted and mutated head, pouring out from his eyes, mouth, and ears, burning fiercely.

Until it burned into a ball of ashes shining with pale golden sparks.

The huge figure let out a low roar filled with fear.
Then, all of the Genestealers heard the clan leader's roar in their minds.

"Find him! Kill him!"

　Wow, big guys, please give me your requests!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)